Midnight

All alone in this street Gazing at the glimpses In reflection of myself Within my dormant shadows. Then I stop amidst the lane Body drenched in the light From these nocturnal lamps Feeling the warmth of the heat. Then I stare at the moon Which is same as the other day Incandescent Cresent and luminous Reminiscing our good old times. If these Street lights could speak They would have so many stories to narrate, Stories of laughter and tears Stories of love and lust Stories of their tragedic past Of how they turned into dust and rust. If these Street lights could ever speak.